Pardon My Interruption: Craig's Thoughts About This And That
This guy was so focused on catching some pigeons that he didn’t notice my presence . . . until he heard my shutter. By that point I had my photos, he had missed his meal, and his dinner was turning back on him. In the end, the birds chased him back into the cave.
My family laughs, almost hysterically, when we try to imitate this commercial while driving down the road.
More than 1000 pounds of corn rides on the back of this trailer. In front of the corn are are a deer stand and a feeder.
These hunters hope some unsuspecting deer think they have hit the jackpot when they come upon all this corn. They also hope the corn isn’t wasted, which is to say, they hope the deer come home in place of the bags of corn.
Sunset, the local funeral home, has remodeled and is having an open house this weekend.
According to the article, a junior high orchestra will be performing on Saturday, and a harpist will be featured on Sunday. Kinda makes me glad I didn’t learn an instrument! You never know what kind of gig you will get.
And to make things feel a little less weird, those who register will have the chance to win door prizes and get special discounts. I have an idea what the special discounts might include, but what kind of door prizes would one win at a funeral home open house? I may need to stop by just to find out!
I know, I know: We will all need them one day, but really, an open house? That just sounds weird.
UPDATE: By 11:30 on Saturday, I was the only one who had shown up for the open house. In fact, the orchestra didn’t even show up. They still haven’t called to tell me that I won a door prize (it was a $100 gift card), so others may have shown up after me.
The open house wasn’t exactly what I had expected; I had two workers escort me around the facilities, showing me each area. It lasted about 5 minutes and I left with the feeling I had a good chance to win the door prize.
Well, I survived. A great time was had by all, and my legs still hurt more than I could have imagined. But that’s what 4-5 hours of competing on horseback will do.
We were divided into teams, but the ropers (a specialty skill) served double, and sometimes triple duty on different teams. In the end, there were no trophy buckles or saddles, which is fine. We had the chance to spend the day on horses, encouraging one another in our efforts.
I had my first opportunity to ride a horse out of a roping box, which made me realize how much of a specialty skill calf/steer roping really is. There’s a lot involved in guiding the horse with one hand and trying to rope with the other.
I appreciate those who made their horses available to those of us who don’t have horses. I especially appreciate Mr. Smith who let me ride Tonka most of the day. I tried to ride the sorrel horse in the photo at the top, but couldn’t reign him in a way that worked for either of us. So, I switched to Tonka (more affectionately known as “Chubs”) and had a great day.
Grace also rode Tonka.
